It’s gone pretty much the same way in the past x number of years, right? After the over indulgence of the festive season, reality kicks in and the air is alive with possibility, filled with the newness of the coming year! “New year, new me,” we often hear around this time.
Herewith, the basic order of things:
December 31: No holds barred! We’re going out with a bang!
January 1: Regrets. Many regrets. We’re not as young as we once were. No more bangs please.
January 2: Alright, here we go. Time to create the life we always wanted! Plans are outlined, lists are made, vision boards are dusted off and refreshed, prayer journals take up their rightful place on the nightstand, running shoes finally come out of their box, refrigerators are restocked with green things and we’re googling vegan recipes! This is it. This year will be our year!
January 3: Not too bad. It’s a rough start, naturally. I can’t tell if I’m angry or just hungry, or both. Either way, it’s not great, but this is expected. Nothing worth it is ever easy! Onwards and forward we go, people! No turning back. Future me will be thankful I made the difficult choices now.
January 5: Every part of my body hurts. I went running and now my eyeballs hurt. I did a crunch and broke a lung. It hurts to think. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. Giving up not yet an option but maybe just a break…?
2 days, tops!
January 10: 2 day break has been extended due to unforeseen circumstances. (I just didn’t feel like it)
Reading an article about “50 most influential people below 50” to motivate myself to pursue greatness because I’m now looking at the familiarity and comfort and warmth of mediocrity like…maybe it wasn’t so bad after all! We can’t all be Steve Jobs, right? Some of us need to sleep.
Also looking at Angela Basset’s abs while I crunch on a carrot.
January 12: If I see another carrot, I will hurt someone!
January 13: They say if you drink a lot of water you won’t feel hunger as severely. It’s a lie. Now I’m starving and I need to pee. A lot.
January 16: Who really needs a flat tummy anyway? Like in the grand scheme of things, how does a flat stomach make the world a better place? Does it stop global warming? Does it get rid of gang-related violence? Sure, maybe it looks better in a bikini, but then what? How about maybe I don’t want to wear a bikini? At the end of the day, this is all just vanity.
All I’m trying to say is I’m going to get pizza.
It’s usually around this time that ‘New Me’ and ‘Real Me’ silently part ways. It’s not formal, it’s not emotional. It’s organic and natural, but we know it’s not the end. Not by a long shot. We’ll try again next week, and then next month, and the month after that. And then give it another massive shot next new year! At the end of the day, the bottom line is we never give up. Little by little, these efforts add up.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
